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Hivemind: Chapter 1
Twilight's schedule was a thing of beauty. Parchment covered in pristine rows labelled with dates and columns headed by times accurate to the nearest 15 minutes, precisely splitting the sheet into rectangular boxes with the month's appointed activities written neatly inside: truly, this was a work of art. Not a minute was left unfilled; not an inch of space was wasted. "And I even remembered to schedule time to put together next month's schedule this time!" Twilight announced proudly to the empty library. "Twilight Sparkle, you really have outdone yourself. Now just a few more finishing touches." She bent over the schedule, squinting, carefully hovering a quill just above its surface. This task required the utmost concentration. The tip of the quill touched the parchment.
"Gaaah!" She accidentally flung the quill up and out of sight behind her as she winced and put a hoof to her smarting eye. It had happened again: a sharp pain in her right eye, followed by a flash of green light that
Hivemind: Chapter 2
To Spike, the past two days were a blur. He had eaten far too many sweets at the reception, confident that any consequences would be Future Spike's problem. Unfortunately, the next morning's sugar-induced migraine reminded him that Future Spike's problems had a nasty habit of becoming his problems. Fortunately, after a day of much needed rest, the buzzing in his head had more or less disappeared, and he and Twilight were on their way back to Ponyville.
"That was some wedding, huh Twilight?"
The unicorn across from him didn't bother to look away from the passing scenery outside the train window to reply.
"It sure was."
The two of them had the car to themselves, since Twilight had stayed a day later than her friends so she could look after Spike while he recovered (for which the baby dragon was grateful). Even so, they had barely exchanged a word since the wedding.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked, frowning. "You've been awfully quiet lately."
"Sorry, Spike," Twilight said, turning t
Hivemind: Chapter 4
“Let down some more rope.”
“That's all there is, Applejack,” Rarity called down to her friend.
Applejack scowled. She balanced halfway down the rain-slick side of the cliff, her lasso tied securely around her waist as a safety line.
“You know, you've climbed down this cliff before without a rope. I'm sure you don't need--”
“Consarnit, Rarity, that was when it wasn't raining, and we've lost three ponies already. I am not taking any more chances.”
Rarity bit her tongue.
“Now, go ask Fluttershy to look for some creepers to tie onto the rope to make it longer.”
“O-okay. Fluttershy, dear, could you—Fluttershy?” Rarity appeared again over the edge of the cliff. “Applejack, we may have a problem.”
“What is it?” Applejack called up.
“Fluttershy is missing. I don't see her anywhere.”
“Now? Hold on, I'll come help look for her. Keep holding the rope until I get up ther
Hivemind: Chapter 3
The Everfree Forest was unusually dark and misty for such a sunny morning; the group of six ponies could barely see where they were headed. Twilight Sparkle led the way, lighting up the path in front of them with her horn. Applejack, who had volunteered to carry the sleeping Pinkie Pie, trotted along next to her, while the others followed close behind. Off to the sides, in the depths of the forest, everything was covered in an impenetrable, dark fog. Almost anything could be hiding in the shadows between the trees, and each pony was familiar enough with the type of fauna that made the forest their home that the gaps were filled in all too vividly with imagined glowing eyes and sharp claws.
The ponies marched on in an uncomfortable silence. The only sound came from Pinkie's gentle snoring; even their hoofsteps seemed muffled by the mist. At last, Applejack could take it no longer.
"I don't like the looks of this," she said, breaking the silence. "All this fog... even for this place, 'ta
Hivemind: Chapter 6: Where the Heart Is
The path out of Ponyville shook with a low hum as a colorful blur approached, reflecting the morning sunlight. As is sped past, the shape resolved itself into a certain three fillies riding in their usual makeshift vehicle. Scootaloo took the lead, fluttering along on her scooter and pulling Applebloom and Sweetie Belle behind her in the wagon.
“It was awfully nice of Fluttershy to invite us over to look after her new pets,” shouted Applebloom over the hum of Scootaloo's wings.
“I'll say,” said Sweetie Belle next to her. “I can't wait to see what kind of rare and unusual creature we'll get to take care of. I hope it's something really cute.”
Scootaloo grimaced. “Ugh. I hope it's something really cool, with fangs or claws.
“Maybe it's kittens,” suggested Sweetie. “They have claws, and they're cute.”
“Kittens ain't exactly 'rare and unusual,' though,” Applebloom reminded her.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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